What a pleasure to watch a man that has sexually claimed you get dressed. Then he sat on the edge of the bed saying we needed to talk seriously. Oh no... I thought. Here it comes. He was married, going home to his wife. Or that he enjoyed fucking me, but to make sure I was out by noon. I couldn't have been more wrong. He said he thought I was very sexy. He said he loved sissy boys. That I was the sexiest sissy he had ever been with. That he wanted me to be more of a sissy. He gave me a business. ” I told him as he just looked at me and licked my hand. I ran upstairs as fast as I could, and pulled out the clothes I got earlier that day. I laid all of them on the bed. Jeans, with the crotch cut out, they said it would help with the scratching from the paws. Then I had a few towels and cheap sheets that I got, and also my sexy lingerie; some black thigh high stockings garter, and a corset with the cups removed. The websites said no panties they could hurt the dog. I couldn’t believe I was. She was wearing a pink bra and high heels – no panties.My heart was pounding – a mixture of excitement and fear of the unknown. She first placed her hands on the back of the chair and bent over, showing me her ass. Then, she sat on the chair and lifted and opened her legs, resting her heels on the windowsill. She pushed the cups of her bra up to reveal her full breasts and large, ruby nipples. Her pussy was covered with brown hair. She spread it slightly open with her fingers to reveal deep red. Basically, it's just re-living a memory. Just think about the interview, focus on it, and let the scene play out in your mind." You make it sound so simple." I know, and I'm sure if we were at the shooting range right now, I'd be saying the same thing to you. Just relax. Try closing your eyes." I'm asleep, my eyes are already closed." Funny. I could bring Bob in; maybe he could do one of those relaxation exercises for you."She blushed and said, "I don't think that would work."I grinned and.